19 Votes in Poll
What would happen?
25 Votes in Poll
For me: The M.E.G. as it exists today was created in 2002, and absorbed several failing organizations that had similar intentions. This is where the idea of the M.E.G. dating back to 1900 came from, since one of the worse-off groups that merged into the M.E.G. was created back then. The M.E.G.’s actual founders are technically the most powerful Impresarios, however they have been given custody over so many memetically hazardous entities by the other Impresarios that no one even knows if it’s them anymore. The polite way of addressing an Impresario is, “Highest Impresario” or “My highest Impresario”. Many of the Impresarios are over a century old, due to not aging in the backrooms. The M.E.G.’s cybersecurity is hilariously bad. Partygoers are pretty consistent with their page, but a bit of (can’t remember name’s) rewrite mixed in. Specifically, they still turn people into more partygoers via touch, but will force feed their victims cake (if they have it on hand) until the memory wipe kicks in. They do this because they think it’s fun, but they will be careful to not suffocate their victims as to ensure that they turn. The physical transformation into a partygoer is a bit under an hour, and the memory wipe is near instant but happens at the end. Defective partygoers have been reported a few times, however being disloyal to the hosts doesn’t actually mean they care about human life, and they should still be avoided at all costs.
It says that someone who is being turned into a partygoer has under an hour until the memory wipe, but that’s still enough time for good psychological horror. Let me illustrate:
You know that you’re already dead. You want to keep time, it’s—it would be better if you knew when this would end. It’s been minutes, at least. You’re in constantly increasing physical discomfort, and that’s not the worst part. You’re surrounded by monsters that can’t just wait for the last bit of you to be choked out, for an agonizing hour. But you can’t hope for the end, because the idea of inflicting this onto someone else is not even comprehensible. They’re staring at you. Maybe they’re bored too. The lifeless lights that always unnerved you are now sickening. Despite this, you stare at the lights until your eyes hurt. You ran at first, but they ambushed you. You think you heard words before they caught you. They pinned you down with a shelf and one of them dug their teeth into your shoulder. You cried. After that, they lifted the shelves off of you. They knew you wouldn’t run, because no one can help you. —You wouldn’t run, because anyone you found would end up stuck in this long nightmare. The afterimage of the lights remains even now that you’ve closed your eyes. You keep your eyes closed for a while, but you don’t want this to be the last thing you see, so you open them. The reason you looked at the lights in the first place was so you didn’t have to look at their wretched “faces”. You feel mad—you can’t even move your legs now—so you lock eyes with the one to your right anyway. This is all because of them. You feel less empty with this anger. You want to shout. You try to shout, “Die in a fire!” You hate it all and you want them to know it, but your throat suddenly feels like you swallowed a cheese grater, and it’s barely a whisper. You guess it was getting zoned out too, because it jolts up and looks you in the eye. You shudder—not shiver, the sensation of cold would be too merciful. Tears stream down your face, and they run red. You don’t even know if it could parse your words. You want to tell to your family you love them, but when you tried that your phone had already stopped recognizing your fingerprint. You can’t even feel your hands anymore, and you know better than to look. Your head is feverish now, worse than your throat. You breath in deep and it burns. This is when you decide you won’t go quietly. It hurts your throat like the worst of hell, but they won’t forget you. After the first scream you don’t have the strength to sit up anymore, and fall forward. You inhale a lungful of the dirt on the floor, but that’s not what stops your torrent of expletives. You, you feel numb all over and so you keep hollerin…
You don’t know where you are, but you’re happy! Everyone around you is happy too, just look at their smiles! You’re happy. Your mind is joyfully numb, and you know you’ll never be sad and lonely. You know you’ll never be sad and lonely, because you aren’t even alone in your head! You want everyone to feel like this. You just know you can, and that makes you happy.
(We are trying to remake the partygoers and make them actually menacing and horrifying, here's the scenario.)
You are sitting in a chair, placed in a strange looking party room, like something that came out of a laser tag building from the early 21st century, you sob quietly, you can't get up because there is a strange, tall leathery creature behind you, it stands behind your chair, holding both of your shoulders firmly with 2 purplish barbed tentacles, unmoving, the other creatures standing around are holding balloons, swaying from side to side slowly, all looking at you. You continue to sob, one of the creatures move forward, a long tentacle slithering out of a hole in its "arm", it covers your mouth and stares you directly in the eyes, at least you think it is, it's hard to tell with 2 crudely cut slits on its "face", it speaks, with no discernable source, "Turn that frown upside down, you're the birthday boy after all!" It then puts a barb on your cheek and slowly cuts a smile onto your tear streaked face, seemingly enjoying your gurgles and shrieks of pain. after it finishes. It walks back into the crowd and says, "Now that wasn't so hard, wasn't it, oh, here comes the cake!" All of the creatures turn toward the hall in front of you, another yellowish creature comes out, walking towards the table, holding a plate that was covered by a metal lid. All of the creatures around the table begin to sway faster, seemingly excited. the One holding the plate sets it down and lifts the lid, what you see sitting on the plate made you gag and cry out, it was a young boy's head, it was the kid from the base, his eyes were gouged out and 2 lit candles were shoved into the sockets, cake batter was shoved into the mouth and there were cuts everywhere. All of the creatures around you begin to sing in unison, ignoring your screams and crying. After they finish singing the happy birthday song, one walks towards the head, tearing off a piece of flesh and approaches you, saying "Here comes the airplane! Open wide, birthday boy!", You scream and struggle, but the creature behind you tightens its grip, it would force your mouth open while the other shoves the mangled flesh of the boy into your mouth, while the others around you swayed while singing nursery rhymes and exchanging pieces of rotting flesh.
Level Fun: Partygoers aren't convincing at all
Level !: The level itself isn't that bad, but it's way too dangerous to just be randomly sent there.
Level 9223372036854775807: The old version is better, it was more mysterious and the current version is only 29 steps long, like really?
Level 999: Again, it's not a bad level but it's too simple to have the number it has.
Because of all the 9-year olds on this wiki, nobody actually likes partygoers anymore. I hope you're happy 9-year-olds.
Partygoer
Normal:
Twisted:
Hopefully people think of this beast before roleplaying as a Partygoer
I might add more to this
Partygoers & Roleplayers:
Partygoers are usually perceived as being overrated, which is most likely true. The reason we think that is because of (presumably) 9 year olds and spammers that say “=)” after every sentence. I do not know how and when people started roleplaying as partygoers, but I know it probably wasn’t that good.
Zalgo Text:
Self explanatory. This takes up WAY too many bytes. One that I saw took up 2,036 bytes. Like, really?!
9 Year Olds Saying Moderators Are Bad Because Their Garbage Pages Were Deleted:
9 Year olds get extremely angry when their Rule-Breaking (Rule 1) pages get deleted.
Every Entity & Level Above The Main Nine Should Be Deleted:
This was on a radical-Tuesday or Thursday thing. People thought it was actually going to happen (including me). Apparently they are just gonna make a new wiki for it.
“…The creature that I encountered that day had skin similar to that of leather; It was dusty yellow, and it had been stained red, which I presume to be from blood. It had no visible legs, but it had arms that reminded me of noodles. For it’s head, it bared a simple smiley face that looked like it had been made by a child. Above it, it held a red balloon.
The inhuman creature stood, peaking around the wall looking intently at me. I quickly turned and sprinted in the other direction…”
“I’ve never had the best art skills, but I hope this can be helpful to any other wanderers of this labyrinth.”
-Unknown
Also, I’m new here, so hello!
19 Votes in Poll
I will defend partygoer role play to my dying breath, but I understand that it annoys others. So, I thought, what if it was localized, contained so to speak. People would still get to role play as partygoers, but it wouldn’t clog up the role play category. I think it’s a good compromise.
Partygoers are one of the most popular entities, and well uh that isnt that great.
Literally pages before got vandalized by some partygoer fan. Heres a list of what they would do.
1. Add in the exits section an exit to level fun
2.Add partygoers in the entities (if they are displayed in the description of the level)
3. Literally delete the page and make it redirect to level fun or any entity variation of the partygoer (includes normal ones too)
4.Add :) at the end of some sentences
They are very overated, when scrolling through the list of entities you will see alot of variations of the partygoer entity (entities 1-100)
Basically, long story short, i dont like partygoers. They should have a rewrite.
39 Votes in Poll
This one. Am I making these too fast?
Think about it, rewriting Partygoers and Level Fun would be a big change for this wiki, we would keep their names, albeit with a different concept. Instead of partygoers having human-like intelligence, they act like any other entity, thirsty for human blood, and in the case of Level Fun, the level would be a hive where the Partygoers are conceived and taken to other levels of the backrooms, the partygoers would come from a higher entity that is responsible for the existence of the partygoers.
If the ideas seems good, no problem! but if not, write your opinions below.
Thank you for your attention.